distance

It's as if a lock is on my scalp
Keeping me inside of my brain,
Let me out isolation is my hell,
My ideas are profound coming from
A sewed mouth, a muffled  
Shout keeps me strapped tight in a
Bone marrow cell,  
I'm a shaddow shadowing a shell,
Dwelling inside of  a river that's damned,
Next to a mallet tapping a padded pillow,
I just want to be heard,
With out the echo of fame,
The curtains I hang in my window,
Remain closed unless I'm stepping on stage,
But they don't get it, so they don't get me,
Like a bad joke, in this empty sea I back stroke,
Speaking to these seats,  
The back row reflects the emptyness,
That's in front of me.
I'm not lost every one else is just so far away.